Stream of Consciousness


Son los rayos del sol los que no dejan de brillar,
Los que sostienen un leve recuerdo a miel amarga,
Los que incitan a la pasión de sus labios
A provocar ese constante deseo
Que hoy ya no es nada.

Por un camino verde de yerbajos cortos,
Una vez caminaste,
Deslumbraba doquier su sombra estuviera…

Dulce y amarga luz, que corrompiste la pasión…
Y, en el carmín de sus manos, derramó su conciencia
Cuan pura era antes, cuan necia es ahora.
Que por la codicia que deslumbraba,
Sufrió de pena.

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